Vinita Sahu

The Desolate Leaf - Poem by Vinita Sahu

The  leaf fell from  the tree,
Sad and dry,
Who would fend it?
It started to cry,
A passerby saw the desolate leaf,
Got near it and stood to smile,
He stooped down to pick it up,
From the sandy tile,
He gazed for long,
At its body fragile,
The leaf by now stopped to grieve,
And forced to ask,
Why won't you leave?
The passerby flashed his teeth,
And grinned,
The wretched leaf wrenched,
And whined,
It tried in vain
To get out of his clasp,
But the passerby
Won't let out of his grasp.
He then looked at it gravely awhile,
The leaf winced at him dubiously futile
Knew not what to read into his eyes,
Definitely had a lot to despise,
Its destiny clearly lay in his hands,
There wasn't much to further understand,
The man suddenly dropped it,
Through his turbid fingers,
Amongst the heap of leaves,
That lay quietly on shingles,
The leaf now sensed,
The  the factual mirth,
That every single,
Must go through
The eventual dearth.

                      Written by Vinita Sahu


Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Ode

Comments about The Desolate Leaf by Vinita Sahu

  • Saadat Tahir (11/28/2015 8:46:00 AM)

    lovely depiction of montage and the so called circle of life

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  • Vinita Sahu (11/6/2015 6:16:00 AM)

    The desolate leaf depicts mortality of life, what starts must someday come to an end! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

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